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The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22
MINE. 4ussnmd,n Enterprise.

'That is the apple of my eye, sir, the
gem of our collection, " said Mr.. Tussaud,
pointing to a wax model of Robespierre's
head beneath Il glass case. Robespierre
went to the g~uillotine with his broken
jaw Swathed in a white linen cloth. An
hour after the knife fell, Nine. Tussaud,
unshrinking, plies her ghastly trade,
took his head in her lap, and made the
cast which is now shown an historical
relic, Of which the brothers Tussaud are
justly proud. In the Tussaud wax
work collection in London, which is
about TO be removed to more c%ommodious
quarters, there is also the model of Ma
rat IN his bath, which brave NINE. Tus-
saud look with her own hands. They
came for me she says, TO 20 to the
house where Marar lived, for the pur-
pose Of making a cast Of his features, for
he had just been killed by Charlotte
Corday. lie was stll warm, and his
bleeding body and the c~adaverous as
pcet of the fond made me feel desper-
ately sick, but had to perform the task. -
Marat's model lies in the very bath in
which he was murdered.
The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22
ais Mo,l Familiar sound.

Rough NJtes.l
You are an early riser. are you?" said
Mrs. Brown 70 Mrs. Jones.
Mo- the reason is / can not wake mp
John before noon. | have tried the clock
alarm, blank cartridges, aud bell-riuging.
bat hc sleeps like a dead man. -
ou ought to try the plan | use on my
husband, 50 said Mrs. Brown.
"IoW is tlat!n
Pull a cork u Of a heer bottle and he
will spring right u on the floor. "
The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22
NEVER GROW OLD.

tCharlcs Mackay.l
looked In the ~tcl-;ale mirror.
And -a,v the marks Of care,
The crows feet and the wrinkles,
Ami the liuy iu The dnrk-hrown hair.
My vic looked pvcy tuy shuullcr,
y 10 leautiill vat she
'Ih3a wit never grow old, my love she
sail,
"Ncyer grow o'd &C. me-"
"ior @ o Is Che chilling OF heart,
And thine, as mine can tell,
is as youny and warm ~ when first we heard
The sound % OR briIll beL,'
] turned nud XII sol Der rip" rod lips,
Let time do it, worst on me.
If in my soul, my love, my faith,
l never seem Old 10 theoln
The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22
81 You Cnn't ram, malso signs.

TNTWIIUIW NUIII
"Shiue yer butes2" shouted a boot.
black, yesterday, IL an oil citizen on Main
street.
The man addressed made no reply.
Shine em up, only 8 cents?n Still no
reply, but a gaze INTO vacancy.
The bootblack looked az his victim q
moment to make sure that he was alive.
then said, in disguised tone. "S-a-y. mis-.
ter CT yer cant tor!k, w jess make signs,
win yergn
The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22
- PeeuILnr anlaler. In rrcrIco.


Some Of the enlisted men in the Mexican
army airs fine soilicrs. but there are
REGIMENTS made up Of criminals who have
been sentenced 20 years Of service in the
army insieal Of IN prison. ! have seen
these men driven into pens like cattle, and
their food thrown into them. These
criminals are generally sept In the north
cfP part of Mexico, and we soldiers sta
tiouod on the frontier sometimes run across
tACH
The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22
OD"ET' GER'VEN'E

has our @si stamp in red ON front o. Wrapper
j. T.. Zeilin & CO., philadelphia, Ta.
The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22

NAAH can live at nc me, and make more mo.
uey at work for us, than M guvtbinp
= Oc's" In this world. Capital not needed
gu aIestaIted free. Both sexes all ages.
Any ono can 80 the work. Large onrnfn0s
sufd IRON Irst start. Costly outfit and terms
lree, Hettcr not delay. Costs you nothing to
aeud us your address ana fnd out; IL YOU are
Portland Maine. w.
The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22
An eminent example of American
Enterprise, Energy and Perse
VCrance.

In the hands Of young men this
great system has been so carefully
managed that 1t las earned a repu.
tatlon second to none for conveni
ence, safety and the Injuries OF
travel. 1t is fast becoming the
populu' route for transcOntIncntaI
travel, IN connection with the
Southern Pacific railroad
1t has opened up an almost nm
limited field for pioneer enterprise
in the far West. No other rail.
road can carry a man, who IS seek
ing his fortune, to o.den opportu
mites such as are open along a
thousand miles of this great Y
TEN.
Special freight rates are given to
miners and immlgrapts.
For all the information 0 de
sire write TO
The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22

HHul ..oracvmeu In tsld ofinc,iuiue
,D %uy,rHogk, Mc inclined TO work
.ycr.'
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OUR UNEQuALED OFFER.

we have arranged with tho publishers of
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with one years subscription to our paper
Tor $3.50; or we Will send any five for %
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Address all orders to publishers of
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White Oaks. n. Mex.
The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1887-10-22

tbatl' IN Philadelphia Timaa1
notice Eyeglasses seem indispensable
TO every young person in the eastern
towns, while ! have mover seen any
eye-glass, | think, in the west on any
young person. How is it to De accounted
iori 1t cannot be great study, because
the western mon read their newspapers
ull through in little type and ought 10 have
no eyes at all. It cannot be the muta-
lions Of the weather for the average
western man is arrays full Of either
chiils orquinin?, and he is up IN the morn
ing trying TO ind his cattle in the fog
and frequently is drunk at night irving
TO ine his way home. ] have about come
TO the conclusion that the young man
from the east wears an eye-glass hccauSe
he IS a fool. Il seems that the latest
agony Is 10 wear only ono eye-glass and
look through it with both eyes, this is
su posed to give precision to the mind.
It' No" time the west gets properly civ
I'l '.r.o part Of tlc cast win have
D. w' 'ar51rols through its atecta
ii..s
tau5 literary men, in teqd ofiuc!iuiue
t1 |uyyrRogk, mc inclined TO work
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SKETCHES FROM THE STUDIO.

Gilbert Gaul, one Of John G.. Browns pu-
pills. does q good deal in the way Of ~illustra-
tions. Gaul is a clever, rising young artist.
Bertha Won Hillern was in town last week.
She still wears the deepest mourning for a
friend who died in Florida more than a year
and q half ago.
Bolton Jones and his brother Frank re-
turned to their studio in the Sherwood Sat-
urday. Charles j.. Turner, 30 West Four
teenth street, came back with them. They
had a good deal of BAD weather at Annisquam
during the summer
In one of the uptown studios, full of ar
tistic bric-a-brac, there is q unique tapestry.
The design, an old galleon, is worked with
straw. This has retained its color better
than gold or silver bullion would have done.
The piece is one of three in the same style
and was picked up at a round price in q Hotel
Drouot sale. Harry Mills owns one of
them.
The Society of American Painters has
about as fair a jury to sit on pictures offered
for exhibition as any art body in the land. 1t
numbers thirty judges. They weigh a work
clique spirit. In fact, a painting by one of
themselvts is occasionally rejected, though of
course a member does not usually vote
against his own picture.
Toby Ro~senthal's picture of Elaine" has
been brought to New York for exhibition.
Rosenthal was a pupil of Piloty. He shows
traces of it in his work. Although Piloty is
q careful draughtsman and can balance the
parts of q large composition well, there is
pictures lack life. This is the main defect in
Rosenthal's /" Elaine" The dumb servitor"
has O face that speaks no more than his
tongue. The boat is too short for its width.
The garlands of flowers are stiff and con-
ventional. In composition the picture is
good, although it would be an Improvement
If the red canopy were omitted. The sky and
distance are we'll rendered,
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that made him hate himself worse than he
hated Forester. He went to the hotel and
ate his supper gloomily in the gaudy little
dining; room. There was no sign Of Forces
ter, but yet he knew he WAS in the house.
He went out and walked the streets until
midnight. When he returned he glanced
into the smoking-room. Three men sat play
ing cards. Forester was one-R tall, hand
some, rakish- looking fellow, deliberately
dressed, like q gambler in luck.
The Major walked in. No one recognized
him except Forester. Forester had but one
virtue, and that was courage.
euchre, you see," he said, with cool and easy
With pleasure" replied the Major, CIV
ing Forester a glance which made him re-
pent having ever come in Standiford's way.
The other two men, one of whom described
himself as a commercial traveller, and the
other said he was nothing but a plain
drummer" looked surprised. They did not
often see men like Major Stamford join that
sort of a game in that sort of a way. Standi-
ford took a seat silently, opposite the plain
drummer, and the cards were dealt. .
Stamford and his partner had q continual
run of i'll luck. Standiford played boldly
and well, but the cards were against him.
Presently the deal came to Forester. He
turned up an ace. Standiford laid his cards
down on the table.
Put down that card, that was on top"
Forrester's face did not change color, nor did
ne nlncn. othuuiioIu feaCheu pehinu hIH
and took cut the little pistol and laid it down
beside him.
"It's a self-cocker," remarked Forester,
calmly surveying it, and sorting his cards.
Major Standiford put the pistol carefully
back into his pocket, and, suddenly rising,
reached out and seized Forester by the col
lar.
Put down that card" he repeated. Here
the drummer interfered.
~ guess you'd better bring that card ont.
I saw you. and this gentleman appears to be
stronger than you. and TO nave his pistol
handler"
Forester. with Major Standiford's hand
still at his throat, reached dow and from
some unknown depths produced a card-tho
ten of spades.
Stamford let him go, and taking out q
handkerchief, coolly wiped his hands.
"Gentlemen," said the plain drummer,
:" this things gone far enough for me-. /
like q social game myself, but ! seen trouble
The evening world., 1887-10-19
Where ALI the Tall Men Co.

The great vaulted main entrance to the Equitable
Building is a good place in which to see tall men.
In the first place, the owners Of the building have
stationed a gigantic and genial black man at the
Broadway door to tell people interesting things
about the polished marble and wonderful mosaics
in the entry court. Beside this there Is q robust,
yellow-haired. white man in police clothes, who
walks about the corridors Of the main
floor to keep wicked people from hook
ing things. He is about seven feet high.
Pretty nearly all the tall men who come from the
country to see the sights OF this gay and wicked
town drop in for a look at the Equitable building.
1t is worth anybody's while to watch them side up
to the two great watchmen and quietly compare
heights. Generally the visitors go away crest
fallen, but there are plenty more to take their
places, for some hidden psychic force seems to
hustle every stranger OF great stature to measure
himself against the hired giants.
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away, and she and Major Standiford walked
arm in arm in the darkness along the road
where Mrs. Meyrick had stopped the Major
q few days before. They scarcely spoke.
They were not yet familiar enough with their
The Major opened the door, and they went
into the little sitting room, where some of
their happicst hours had been passed. The
embers gave out a dull, red glow, as they sat
hand in hand waiting the stroke of the clock.
The Major. like a man, was restless in his
anguish. He would leave Marjorie and walk
iercely up and down the dark cold hall out
side, and then come back and fling his arms
desperately around her: narjoris, like a wC,
of everything. The Major but for her would
have gone away in his uniform. But at last
the clock struck the quarter of the hour, and
q soldier came and tapped on the window.
cap. Marjorie rose and gazed around her by
the dim light; How sweet it had
always been, this home. How sweet,
now that she was about to leave
carefully raked the embers down, led her
from the room, locked the door, and put the
key in his pocket. 80 long as / live in this
house nobody but me shall enter this room
until you return" " And if-and i'll should
not return" She had meant to say some
thing to thank him for all the peace and hap
piness she had known in that house, but she
could not-and besides that they had reached
the front door, and the soldier stood there
holding a lantern.
And so these two unfortunates made their
sad way under the gloomy trees, with the
wind soughing dolefully through the
branches; while afar of shone the lights of
the ballroom, and the faint echo of dane
ing feet and merry music foated out on the
still air.
After that the days were dismal to the
Major at the fort and to Marjorie OF the
little town a hundred miles away. For Tom
Forester was indeed alive and plaguing. for
money, which the Major would have given
wisely prevented him. The Major wanted
Marjorie to apply for a divorce from the
wretch, TO which she agreed willingly
enough. But after the divorce, Marjorie
Major stormed and she tainted dead away.
when he at last broke down and fell ON his
knees before her, imploring her TO take pity
on them both aud agree to q remarriage after
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one were waiting for him. The fresh faced
housemaid, With her hand on the knob, started
back with a half scream. She knew who the
Major was, and his face frightened her,
Without saying a word he walked in- The
gas in the Little parlor was yet. lighted, all
though IL was long past midnight. Every
thing had that dreadful air of order and pre-
cision which Immediately follows o death,
The Major made his way to the staircase. He
remembered seeing a light in the upper win
dows. His heavy step aroused the house.
Miss Emeline slipped out on the landing.
The Major knew what had happened then,
just as he knew the day he had found MAJ.
jorie III the corner of the old sofa at homo.
when did she die ?" he asked in his own
strong, steady voice.
This afternoon ut 6 O'clock" answered
Miss Emeline. 1T was SO sudden at the
last l could not telegraph you in time.
thought she would last q month or two yeti
And her message 7" said the Major. he
knew Marjorie 30 well.
To keep your hands OF that man."
All, how well Marjorie knew him, too.
She wanted to live" kept on Miss Emf
couldn't be called a resigned deathbed ~
can't live for him, she said, : but l can die
for him. Nevertheless, l believe her to have
been one of Gods women always" The
Major knew the door by instinct. He opened
1t and went out.
Occasionally during the night Miss Eme-
line glanced in. Some times the Major waS
kneeling by the bed, holding the icy hand,
Again he sat in the chair and stroked the scft
hair. It wrung his heart more to see how
many gray hairs had come there since he frst
knew her; and then she had been his eIlga-
ton. But for that message, he could never
again meet her. The Major was a mau in hi9
grief. He went through all that followed
without N touch of unmanly Weakness
But he could not go bnek TO that house. An
other man took the Majors qus1ters and an
other had Marjorie's little sitting room. while
the Major fought with the cold, and the
snow, and starvation, and Indiansf far OF, and
Marjorie slept peacefully in the little bury
ing. ground at the fort.
The Major had always said; Don't let the
red devils get my body" So when the day
NJ although they could not save his life
yet the Majors body, all full OF bullets and
the dead, was found and laid beside MariQKio.
And Forester still lives. How was III
~[ooNoLuHIoN.l
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a train which passed at 2 o'clock. He could
not bear to give up that last two hours to all
the popinjays and idlers who luttered around
Marjorie. They had agreed to leave the hall
at / o'clock, so that Marjorie might change
her gown, and they only had fifty yards to
walk to the little way station! But the
Majors heart began 10 ache too intolerably.
Marjorie was on her way to supper on Col.
Meyrick's arm when Major Standiford
stopped her.
~ don't want to interrupt your enjoy
ment-but do you think it's quite safe to
leave ourselves so little time-we might miss
the train, he said, lamely enough.
- think we'd better go now" answered
Marjorie hurriedly, disengaging her arm.
% 1t is a very little time" she added, in a
trembling voice. "A very, very little time,
indeed"
why, this is perfectly preposterous,"
cried the Colonel, kindly, who suspected
that Major and Mrs. Standiford hadn't had
any too good a time, and with the usual
laundering of masculine good will, thought
it well to prolong the agony. You really
can't and sha'n't 60. Major, as your superior
officer, / insist that you shan. break up the
ball this way. Come, Mrs. standiford' don't
mind him"
with a little, piteous smile. And what he
saws is very true. You know III be gone
some time" she said. steadying her voice;
The Major turned a little away when she said
this.
us even more blooming than before" gal
lantly replied Col. Meyrick, who was compli-
mentary, not TO say fowery, when Mrs. Mey-
rick's back was turned,
hand, I'M say a real good-by. There are
30 MANY Others that ] can't say good-by to-
and You'll tell them-I didn't ik to break
up the ball. You've been very kind to me-"
siopped short, Was she indeed going away I
and was this the last time she could hold up
her head and look the world brayely in the
face? The Colonel murinuTed all sorts o.
polite things, and presently she slipped
The evening world., 1887-10-19
NOTES ON HOUSEHOLD ART.

domestic art " seems to still mean princi-
pally waste. paper baskets and pincushions.
Large squares of floating India silk make
exceedingly graceful covers for tiny stands
or corners of tea-tables.
II is really q graceful fashion, this of
knottlng back curtains with sashs OF silk In
stead of bows of sitter ribbon. s
Ninety-nine times out of a hundred the less
v manufactured " a drapery or household ar
ticlo looks the better is the effect.
Small Russian bowls. flowing with nm mp
proprinte mixture of wool and silk, are
thought to make very fine pincushions.
The graceful little three-legged tables are
tinsel-embroidered skirts mi worsted ball
fringe.
oh, paint the milk-stool red" cry the
maidens, Gid II no longer, and use It for q
tiny table to hold a big vase or frame of pho
tographs.
Low baskot-chairs of terra Gotta wicker
work are made comfortable as well MS attract
i've by pale-blue cushions Of art muslin. A
thoroughly good combination
Mantels painted white with enamel paint
are really not half as ugly as the bare white
marble, but 1t is the same rs fighting fire to
try and convince nn old fashioned landlord
to that effect.
To satisfy the demands of q recent chimney
easel " deity y with brown or black and gold
wallpaper and put IL in the corner. not for
getting TO drape it with art muslin! Yea
the dhrker the corner the better the art.
Piano-covers are joining in the march of
progress, and are becoming quite civilized
in their simplicity. Anything uglier than
the brilliant peacock blue felt, embroidered
with peoples and wild roses as we have SO
often seen it, would never dared to live.
Our friend, the small dog, has his bones
accommodated nowadays ON q common rush
doormat covered with serge, decorated with
q bow of ribbon on one corner and holding a
plush cushion in the centre. The drawing
room sofa used to be quite good enough for
these little upstairs.
Lounge quilts are made of interlaced satin.
ribbon in two colors, bound with plush and
lined with sateen. The cost of such a cover
would be about $15, and the maker must
judge for herself of the wisdom of the pur.
chase. For other than girlish boudoir use
it is doubtful taste.
Old silk scraps certainly go better in rag
curtains than in any other way, for they can
be put far from sight and do not suggest
anything worse than an imitation Indian OF
Turkish effect. But the silk quilt the
patchwork quilt 1t should be q sure ground
Tor divorce in this benighted land and the
" %crazier" the pattern the surer and quicker
should be the release.
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the divorce. But the woman who had been
90 talked about was brave enough to with
stand it all.
took that wretch for better or worse
it has turned out to be. worse. I'll agree to
the divorce to keep him away from me-but
to marry again-could l ever look you in the
face Z" She said this many times to the
Major, and she wrote it to him-and at last he
s%ullenly accepted it., Nothing but to wait
until whiskey should kill the wretch. or ras-
cality should direct a bullet into his heart.
Meanwhile no suspicious had gone forth.
There was no need to tell anything for the
present. The amateur detectives at the fort
had found out that Mrs. Standiford was really
Mrs. Stamford had not been we'll and the air
of the little mountain own was better for
her than the fort. And then the Major had
been detailed to go on a long and ~fatiguing
Western trip, so his locked and closed quar-
tiers did not excite any unusual speculation.
But the Major came back after q while, and
his altered looks began TO make people ask
him sly questions. The Majors heart seemed
possessed him. Marjorie was i'll. Nothing
particular was the matter with her. The doc
tor had told Aunt Emeline plainly that some
thing was IN Mrs. Standiford's mind, and
until that was removed he could do nothing.
And Aunt Emeline had, written .anxiously,
and said that every week Marjorie was get
ting thinner and paler, M that all night
long she heard her light step pacing up and
down the room, and that she feared Marjorie
was not long for this world.
When the Major read this letter he felt a
change, sudden and sharp. within him. He
must kill that man. Murderer or felon,
Marjorie would marry him if he were free.
He would give the wretch a chance for his
life-but the world was not big enough for
both of them. Then he groaned over him
self. Where had gone that other brave,
enduring self, and whence had come this
bloodthirsty, craving, %reyengeful self f? He
would go to Bellport.. He did not distinct
ter and kill him, but he knew Forester
would be there, and he did what he had
never done before-he took with him a lit
tie seven-chambered revolver-a dangerous
toy.
He got to Bellport in the evening and
walked past the house where Marjorie lay.
He longed to ask after her, but he dared not.
Something made him fear her-perhaps that
dreadful, half-formed purpose in his mind